three hits to the heart son

and it's poetry in motion

one could send you down the river

three's a strange way to be delivered



would you trade your words for freedom

that's a barter for a blind man

three hits to the heart son

and it's poetry in motion



are you levee'd like a treasure

only words can help me find you

and this world's a fickle measure

I would painfully remind you



from a wise man to your red hand

you lay covered ion our best sins

three hits to the heart son

and it's poetry in motion



well I dream you constant stranger

with your best bloods and your anger

you say mother do you claim me

my beloved do you blame me



well the first two might release you

but the last one sings in me son

three hits to the heart son

and it's poetry in motion



three hits to the heart son

and the last one sings in me



words and music amy ray